I scream for ice cream
>> Thursday, August 20, 2009 –
are you kidding me,
ice cream
source I love ice cream, there I said it. I have not had ice cream in my freezer in months! Last attempt to buy good ole' Blue Bell was shot down by Aaron with "we don't need it." Well sure we do! I need that cold creamy fix after my dinner like he needs a cold Coors Light with dinner. Come on!
Fast forward to last night. I was promised a trip to get ice cream. You have no idea how much I looked forward to that all day long. I think I even told Lauren about it Tuesday night on our run. I'm sure she thinks I'm crazy. I've been training for the 1/2 and last night was our night off from running. Perfect, right? I googled to see which shop was closest to us. Cold Stone was the closest. Great. As much as I love ice cream, I really can't stand Cold Stone. I don't know why, I just have never liked it. At all. I searched for Marble Slab - my LOVE - and found one inside our mall. When I told A the options, he seemed more interested in the one outside the mall. You even say the word "mall" to the boy and he starts sweating. So I thought it wouldn't hurt to give CS another try. Well we get there and seriously waited in line for 15 minutes. Not starting off too good. I ask if they have marshmallow topping (oh come one, like you've never had it!) and she of course said "No, but we do have mini marshmallows" in her chipper high school voice. Listen chick, that's not the same. Not even close. So I'm irritated, tell A to order and I will try to decide what I want. Aaron leans over to me and says "you're pissed aren't you?" I love it because he knows me so well. And yes, I was not happy. So I order some coffee ice cream with heath or some crap. I got the smallest size and the dude fills it all the way to the top where it is over flowing. The second I got to my car it was leaking all down the sides. Of course we failed to pick up napkins. I sat it down in my cup holder, because I can't drive and hold this stupid messy cup at the same time. As soon as I pull out of the parking lot, ice cream has dripped everywhere. I WAS MAD. First off, it's not even good ice cream, second, I am going to have to detail my dang car now! So what did I do? I pulled into a gas station and tossed it. This is after a few choice words with A, because obvi this is his fault. He is the one, after all, that seemed a little hesitant about going into the mall for Marble Slab. He chunked his too, more or less to prove a point to me I'm sure. He offered to go to the store to get me some ice cream but at this point I was in no mood. I was angry. Like ears red and burning angry.
Then I got to thinking how stupid this sounds to be so angry over ice cream. I was seriously pouting. How ridiculous is that? I think I had my hopes up and my mind was set on some delicious ice cream and when it turned into a disaster I freaked. I slept on it and woke up feeling silly. I think Aaron thinks I'm crazy. But I also think he needs to understand the importance of ice cream to his woman! We laid around this morning and snuggled before getting out of bed. All was back to normal. It's amazing what sleep can do. I swear it must be hormones. And as we were in the closet getting ready this morning he said "What's your favorite Blue Bell ice cream?" Hmm. Does he have something up his sleeve? Or was he just curious? And I didn't even answer, because I can't choose just one. But rocky road is a good start. :)
